You check the calendar one more time before bed. You reread the message before you send it. You run through what could go sideways tomorrow, just so nothing catches you...
The email went out. The list was final. Your name was not on it. You expected relief. Instead you feel worse than you did before, and you have probably not...
A lot of people tell me their anxiety got worse after they moved to San Francisco. Most of them assume something is wrong with them. Often it is not. Some...
The commute is back on your calendar. Maybe it is two days a week, maybe five. And somewhere between the mandate email and your first badge-in, a knot of dread...
